Ghost Of The Wind

Ghost Of The Wind
© Surazeus
2026 03 18

The strange way my thoughts fall into the pool, 
transforming into pink petals of hope 
that float away on swirls of nonchalance, 
startles my heart with beauty of this world 
that shimmers bright for no reason at all, 
because these feelings are silly and cute. 

Though none of my thoughts are original, 
having been felt in equal depth of passion 
by billions of humans who lived before me, 
I savor these feelings with intense faith 
because I experience them at this hour 
as I gaze entranced by the fragile flower. 

Soft grass glowing green with warm rays of light 
emanating from one immortal sun, 
tree leaves whispering in soft river breeze, 
birds chirping surreal language of desire 
as they flutter wings with innocent hope, 
all conspire to wake feelings in my heart. 

I keep those feelings hidden in my heart 
where they gently fan butterfly wings 
through weird intensity of obvious fear 
that shadow of death will spring at my soul, 
so I look around at the sudden world, 
conscious with eternal suspense of thought. 

Breathing deep with shock of scopeless insight, 
I stand with sudden clumsiness of fear 
as if my heart is sparked by deep alarm, 
but I float suspended in changeless thought 
and wonder what startles me to observe 
demonic silence that knows I am real. 

White apparition on the distant hill 
alerts my anxious sense of mute surprise, 
so I peer with intention to perceive 
nature of that beast that stares down at me, 
and gasp with joy to see the graceful horse 
who often gallops with ghost of the wind. 

Yanking apple from basket of friendship, 
which I plucked as gift for my ghostly friend, 
I hold it out with tense arm of respect, 
and almost think the sky-dancer will come 
accept it from my heart, but flash of light 
briefly blinds me, and the wild horse is gone. 

Sudden gust of wind scatters apple blooms 
of pinkish disappointment in my hair, 
so I eat the apple with grumpy sigh 
at sudden tilting of the unknown world, 
then I wander back to my secret cave 
where I lie in moonlight and dream of flight.